Fall has begun. I have my ghosts hung up in the yard and candy bought for trick-or-treaters. Of course, we never have any trick-or-treaters because of our location. Guess I'll just have to eat the candy myself. Oh, well.....

Here's a joke from my 10 year old niece:

Q: Why did Tigger look down the tollett?

A: He was searching for Pooh.

I thought it was cute.

I just finished reading the four books in the Twilight Saga. I loved them. Almost makes me want to be a vampire, if it wasn't for the "dietary" requierments.

I'll write more later in case someone is bored and stumbles upon my blog.

For my first blog, I've decided to post a script that will set the tone for my future musings.

First let me give you the background for the script. Last year some government guy in Mississippi created a bill that would prohibit restraunts from serving food to people considered to be too over-weight. I'm not making this part up. Fortunately, it died in committee.

Now our govenment is considering taxing "unhealthy" foods.

Knowing these facts, I looked into my special crystal ball and saw a future where fast food becomes an illegal drug. Skinny people will be hired to buy the fast food creating a junk food black market.

Now for my skit.

The Characters:

Jan: Age 32 Size 6

Mara: Jan's teenage daughter Size 2

Ginger (Me): Age over 32 Size ?? Like I would say

Ginger: Hey Jan, did you get my Whopper?

Jan: Yes, and I'll only charge you ten percent above price since we're friends.

Ginger: Thank you. You know that if you gain any weight we will have to use Mara as our mule to smuggle our food.

Jan: No way am I bringing my daughter into the business. It's too risky with the food police around. They've been keeping their eyes on me as it is.

Ginger: Why?

Jan: They wonder how someone at my weight can eat fifty Big Macs and thirty Whoppers a day.

Ginger: I know your business is dangerous, but think of all the profit you're making. Within a year you can be a millionaire if you expand your business and wear disguises.

Jan: Yeah, but ten to twenty years for smuggling Whoppers and fries don't seem worth it. This has to be my last run. I'm getting out of the business.

Ginger: You mean no more Whoppers or Tacos for me? I can't handle that. I'm either going to have to find me another seller or go into robbing them.

Jan: Don't even joke! I was there last week when the MacNugget Gang robbed the Taco Bell. They took all of the tacos and sauce. It was awful.

Ginger: Now don't cry. I forgot about that. I promise I won't rob the places, but I will have to find another seller and just hope that it's not an undercover agent.

Jan: I wouldn't worry too much. If you were caught, since it would be your first offense, you would be sent to food rehab.

Ginger: Oh, those places are dreadful. I hear that they make you eat lots of bran and drink water. They even force people to detox by drinking prune juice. I heard that the stench is awful.

Jan: Well, it's better than prison.

Ginger: I guess so, but watching people go through food withdrawl would be hard.

Jan: Well, that's the price we pay when dealing in food, the new drug.

Ginger: That reminds me. Did you hear that Bob lost his grocery store and is going to jail?

Jan: No, what happened?

Ginger: He was caught setting back the scales so more people could buy chips and chocolate.

Jan: Poor Bob!

Ginger: Poor Bob? How about poor me? I will never get any chocolate at a regular store. Oh, how I will miss chocolate.

Jan: Look on the bright side. At least you were smart enough to invest in Weight Watchers. I mean you're like a millionaire now.

Ginger: What's good the money without chocolate. I'm thinking of moving to Mexico.

Jan: You can't. They closed the borders because too many American's were moving there.

Ginger: Then Canada here I come.

Jan: Sorry, they had to close their borders too. Of course with your money, you may be able to hire someone to sneak you into Canada.

Ginger: Well, I know a guy who knows a guy.

ONE WEEK LATER..........

Brrrring.....Hello, this is Jan.

Ginger: Jan, the guy of the guy who knew the guy was an undercover cop.

Jan: Oh, no!

Ginger: Oh, Yes! They cuffed me and dragged me to jail. After weighing me, they interagated me for hours trying to make me give up my food source. I told them that I was legal. I even showed them my thyroid problem id, but they could tell that it was fake. I'm out on bail, but I'm afraid I'm going away for a long time.

Jan: Wait, they don't put people in prison for trying to cross the border to Canada.

Ginger: Well, actually I'm being charged with possession of an illegal substance for one over 120 pounds. I had a candy bar in my pocket.

Jan: That five years minimum.

Ginger: I'll see you in five.

TWO DAYS LATER..........

Brrrring.....Hello, it's Jan.

Ginger: Good news, I made it across the border to Mexico. Ole' and chocolate everyday!